Quotes from Robyn Carr

She shook her head against his shoulder. She inhaled his scent, remembered the lusty night that had gotten them here. She closed her eyes. Such a sweet memory…. And he felt one of them kick him in her belly. He pulled her closer, tighter, wanting more of that.

He had the swarthy good looks and fierce eyes of a pirate or maybe a serial killer.

Maybe, if you're very nice, I'll let you watch a movie with me." He smiled at her. "I bet they're all girl movies that make you cry." He used his thumb to wipe a tear away from her cheek. "Cameron, everything makes me cry. Haven't you noticed?" "It's pretty normal. Pregnant women cry a lot, whether they need to or not.

My best advice is this—by the time you meet your Maker, and may it be a long, long time from now, I hope you can close your eyes on a life where you did your damn best and tried your damn hardest. It's not winning that's really winning. It's never giving up.

I'm hoping for a girl," he said. "Are you?" "I have an idea you might cut me off at two." "I'm not wild about throwing up or waddling, but I sure love carrying around a little piece of you. You're right—you make excellent babies." "We all have our special talents," he said. *

it was hard for her to work and keep all the mommy commitments from parent-teacher conferences to attending special programs and do her part to host playdates and sleepovers.

She wanted to be whole. She wanted a man. *

What am I to do?" "Oh, you'll know what to do. Don't be hasty, sweetheart. But don't wait too long. There will be a moment of clarity, my little darling, and it will come to you that it's time to take care of yourself. You don't have to give up your dreams, Shelby. Never take scraps. Never.

He gently and clumsily lifted the little boy into his arms. His head went onto Preacher's shoulder and it felt odd. Preacher didn't have a lot of experience with carrying around children, but he liked the way it felt. He gave the boy's back a few long, slow strokes.

And Gina went

She said when you're the mother of a young woman and you don't think the boyfriend is good enough, you dare not say so or your daughter will marry him before morning.

She'd obviously be more at home in a marble mansion with a pool. What the hell was she doing with that old Weatherby ranch house? That wouldn't last long. "Exotic chickens, my ass," Walt muttered to himself as he shut down the computer and headed for bed.

We will have no wasted or excess love left over when we go. We will spend every last drop.

I'm staying at least a few days," George said. "I'm interested in this place." But what really interested George was Noah in this place. With these people. With that woman. The woman was perfect for him. She was one of the people—not some female bred to stand beside a man of the cloth. She would bring laughter, excitement and passion to his life, his work. *

I know you'd protect me from anything. Even yourself.

My heart hurts. Hurts so bad. I…I just don't want him to see me cry anymore…." She hiccuped and blinked until her cheeks were wet. Jerry didn't hand her a tissue; she knew where they were. She'd used up his supply several times. "If I didn't love him so much, I'd hate him." She swallowed and reached for a tissue. "My heart hurts so bad…." *

While he sat on the edge of the bed to retrieve his jeans from the floor, she saw the tattoo on his back for the first time—a large sunburst right between his shoulder blades. Very sexy on that broad, brown back. She'd seen the other one earlier, an armband in the shape of a chain.

Wouldn't a guy feel funny about his girl getting raped? Like maybe not wanting to… You know… Seems like a guy wouldn't want to touch her after that." "Like she was dirty? Come on," he said, laughing. "Don't think like that. When something bad happens to the girl you love, you just love her that much harder." "Really?" "Of course, really." "She

He laid the boy gently on the bed, strangely reluctant to put him down. The warmth of the child against his chest was comforting. He couldn't resist touching his floppy blond hair. Beautiful little kid.

And he knew that just that smile alone, let alone that face that could stop traffic, must have been driving Rick crazy. He had to be one messed-up dude to let her go. To her back as she was leaving, Rick said, "Can't you even say hello?" She slowly turned, regarded him coldly and said, "To you? Not till you grow up." And then she left. Dead

Well, if you're all set, let's go in to Jack's—it's time for my drink. Doctor's orders. I'll front you one." "Did the doctor order the smokes, too?" he asked with a smile. "You're damn straight, sonny. Don't start on me." "I gotta meet this doctor," Noah muttered, following her. Hope

Then she remembered something she had known long ago -- that kindness wasn't only demonstrated by giving material things or labors. There were the simple gestures that people forgot, that were so important -- a little extra time, a smile, patience, conversation, gratitude.

Brie, I'm sorry. I can't," he whispered. "Can't?" "I can't kiss you like this. You tempt me. And you're not ready to be with a tempted man. I have to take you home." She

Cocktail weenies?" he asked, holding up a little can. "Who gives cocktail weenies to a needy family?" "I mighta done that," said Hope McCrea, pushing her big black glasses up on her nose. "The can is bulging," Jack said. "Been a while since I had a yen for cocktail weenies," Hope replied, unrepentant. Jack pitched the can in the trash. "Sorry, Hope. Can't take a chance on killing anyone our first try at this.